Zhao Zhi looked at the machete in front of him, and his heart hurt like a knife. At this time, the machete was like a ghost, and his body was covered with blood, and he couldn't stand. But he came back alive, and brought back three scouts and half-dead and unconscious goats, who were also covered in wounds. Zhao Zhi's mouth moved, but he couldn't say anything, he could only vigorously hug the scouts who came back alive and slapped them on the back.

Zhao Zhi was distressed and speechless, and sent out 35 scouts, only 5 came back, plus the 5 scouts who stayed by his side, there were only 10 people left in the scout team of 40 people. The goat is still unconscious, and the blacksmith and the other two doglegs in the scout team have also been killed, leaving no corpses behind.

Taking the lives of 30 soldiers to exchange for the artillery positions of the Japanese army is cost-effective in terms of combat intent and common sense, and it is also very cost-effective. On the frontal battlefield in China, the Nationalist army often risked the lives of several or a dozen soldiers in order to destroy a Japanese mortar. The 30 scouts of the goats not only destroyed the 24 mortars of the Japanese army, but also eliminated more than twice as many Japanese troops, which was extremely cost-effective in the eyes of the bigwigs of the national army.

But Zhao Zhi couldn't accept it, if he commanded on the spot, he would rather not have the Japanese artillery position, and would never use his brother's life to fight hard. Now it's okay, the Japanese artillery is gone, but the strongest scout team in his hands is also over, this is Zhao Zhi's hard work, the elite of the direct company.

The blood of the brothers will not be shed in vain, originally Zhao Zhi still wanted to deal with the Japanese army for a few more days, but now it seems that it is better to fight quickly, and if it continues to drag on, I don't know how many brothers will die. Since the Japanese army has no mortars, and there are no longer long-range strikes that can suppress themselves, it is time for them to exert their own power. Zhao Zhi doesn't have many mortars, only 3 American-style 81 mortars, and there are not many shells, each gun has less than 2 bases, but he also has 6 75 mountain guns and enough shells, which is Zhao Zhi's big killer.

Uncle Guo's snipers have not been killed in battle for the time being, only a few boys have been wounded, and they are still playing in circles in the woods with the pursuing Japanese squadron. The alternate cover sniper tactics that Roger handed over to Uncle Guo allowed Uncle Guo, the old fox, to exert the maximum combat power of the snipers. A squadron of mixed Japanese troops pursued into the woods, and their numbers slowly dwindled to the sound of sniper fire. By the time Cao, the highest commander of the team, discovered the anomaly, there were less than 130 of them left, and more than 70 of them died in the pursuit in the woods.

But the Japanese soldier Cao did not dare to retreat, as soon as they retreated, Uncle Guo led a sniper to chase after the Japanese army and shoot, one shot at a time, as if they were shooting a target. Therefore, the Japanese soldier Cao had no choice but to chase down, hoping that the headquarters of the mixed brigade under the mountain could send people to support, because he had already sent people to move the rescue troops.

When the commander of the mixed brigade received a request for help, the huge explosion on the hill happened to come, and Jianshan was stupid at that time. The artillery positions were destroyed, and what this meant, Jianshan knows best. This means that the expeditionary force on the mountain is about to counterattack, and it is definitely a counterattack like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

"Order the troops to assemble" Seeing that the mountain is about to gather the troops and run away, the fool will still be entangled here. A telegram asking for help had already been sent, but seeing that the mountain did not have much hope, it was better to break away from the expeditionary force on the mountain first.

"Want to go?" A scout had already noticed the abnormality of the Japanese army under the mountain and reported it directly to Zhao Zhi with a walkie-talkie. Zhao Zhiwen, who was thinking about how to fight a decisive battle with the Japanese army, didn't care about Yuan Qingqing's dissuasion, and took the dogs and a few of them directly and quietly touched the mountain, and lurked halfway up the mountain to the closest place to the Japanese army to peep at the Japanese army.

"Inform the artillery to prepare, and after three rounds of salvo fire from the mountain artillery group, shoot freely" Zhao Zhi watched the actions of the Japanese army with a telescope. It seems that the Japanese army is really going to withdraw, mother's, Lao Tzu still has so many big gifts to give. After receiving Zhao Zhi's order to assemble and prepare the artillery group, Edward, who had been playing a guest role as an artillery observer, also rushed over with a few big-nosed foreigners, who wanted to provide the artillery with coordinate correction values.

After receiving Zhao Zhi's order, the artillerymen who had been pressing the fire on the mountain position immediately began to work, the large stones that served as the cover of the mountain artillery were lifted, and the shells hidden in the fortress were moved out one by one.

The company from the infantry battalion also suffered a lot of casualties, and when they came back, Zhao Zhi forced the infantry company to rest, and Zhao Zhi wanted to keep this group of fresh troops to pursue the Japanese army for a while. Looking at his watch, "5 minutes to prepare" Zhao Zhi nodded violently at Edward, the time has come to beat the Japanese army, it is now.

With the coordinate data transmitted back by the walkie-talkie, the barrel of the mountain cannon began to shake slowly, and one shell after another was stuffed into the barrel. The mortars, who had been discreetly transferred halfway up the mountain, knelt down and raised their shells above the barrels, waiting for the final order to attack.

After carefully calculating the shooting yuan, Edward gave the artillery bombardment order with a walkie-talkie, and "one test shot" With Edward's order, a 75 mountain shell shot out of the barrel and went straight to the Japanese army under the mountain. There was a "boom" explosion, and the shells were a little off, and several Japanese troops who were rushing to assemble were bombarded.

After acquiescing in the firing again, Edward ordered a supplementary test shot, and this time the shells landed on the extremely accurate spot, directly falling into the Japanese army's assembly formation. "The artillery is firing, the fire is extended, all the shells are out for me," Edward shouted hysterically into the walkie-talkie.

The Japanese troops, who had been bombarded by the test-fired shells, had just regained their silence under the restraint of the officers, when a loud whistling sound was heard in mid-air. Looking up, I saw more than a dozen black dots falling from the mountain to this side, the black dots were getting bigger and closer, and the experienced veterans had begun to run to find concealment. A Japanese soldier Cao screamed and shoved the Burmese soldiers who were still stupidly tilting their heads, "shelling, shelling, concealment, concealment"

The first wave of shells landed accurately among the stupid Burmese soldiers, and the screaming Japanese soldier Cao was instantly engulfed in the smoke of gunpowder. Huge explosions rang out one after another, and the air waves formed by the explosions tore apart all the objects on the surface that could be destroyed, and then threw them up. Without waiting for the survivors to react, a second wave of shelling followed, this time in extended fire, with shells falling every 5 meters.

The artillerymen on the mountain ridge directly stripped off their backs and kept stuffing shells into the barrels and firing them, and the sappers who came to help the logistics team wrapped their hands with military uniforms to clean up the empty shells of the hot guns in the artillery positions. As the guns came back from the mid-mountain, the gunners kept adjusting the mountain guns, and they had to hit every shell where it was supposed to fall.

The mortar squad carried by the old artillery also played with their lives in the middle of the mountain to hit mortar shells, although the range of the mortars was limited, fortunately, they still took advantage of the gap between the middle of the mountain, and they could not hit the far, and they could still hit the Japanese troops in the near distance. Anyway, just shoot all the mortar shells you brought.

Under the fierce shelling, the Japanese soldiers cried and ran under the mountains, and the assembly area of the Japanese army was in a sea of fire, and the ground shook and the mountains shook and the heat waves rolled. The loud sound and flash of the cannonball's explosion turned this originally silent valley into Shura's hell in an instant. Death is right in front of you, right next to you, around everyone, so close, maybe in the next second, it's yourself who will be blown to pieces by the shell.

Some of the Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to find cover held their heads tightly and lay on the ground and did not dare to move. The shelling was not over, and the sharp whistling of the shells breaking through the air was no longer audible, all that could be heard was the loud, frightening explosion. The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were all looking at each other with pale faces, and no one shouted, just lying on their stomachs waiting for the shelling to end or for the next shell to fall on their heads.

The shells that came from the mountains didn't seem to mean to end, and the explosions of clusters were wave after wave, wave after wave. The flames of the explosion were blood-red, and severed limbs, rags, parts of firearms, everything that could be torn apart by the shrapnel and air waves formed by the explosion were thrown high. Under the heavy shelling, it seemed that nothing could not be torn apart, the Japanese army was finished, the whole team of soldiers was enveloped in artillery fire, and the corpses of the Japanese soldiers were constantly thrown up by the air waves, falling, and being thrown up again until they became fragments or minced flesh.

Edward, they began to send back new shooting elements, and the mountain artillery group on the mountain ridge began to extend the artillery fire, and the shells gradually began to shoot deep into the Japanese assembly area. The artillery fire under the mountains was endless, the overwhelming gunpowder smoke even covered the sun, and the heaven and earth were filled with killing intent, which filled people's hearts with irrepressible excitement and fear.

In 10 minutes, the shells of the 75 mountain artillery on the mountain ridge were only enough for Zhao Zhi's mountain artillery group to fight for 10 minutes, which was a long 10 minutes for the Japanese army, and the most unforgettable 10 minutes in his life. Years later, a veteran of the Japanese army who participated in the Burma campaign recalled the battle that took place outside the New Binh Ocean and sighed that the most unforgettable battle in his life was the shelling that destroyed their mixed brigade.

After 10 minutes, the shelling that had plowed back and forth several times on the Japanese assembly area finally stopped, and the crazy shelling that tortured the Japanese finally stopped. A whirlwind suddenly blew through the valley, diluting the smoke with the thick smell of blood, and everyone was stunned by the scene that emerged from the valley.

The valley, which had once been grassy, was now a dead land, littered with craters of burning grass branches, and large chunks of turf turned up, revealing the blood-colored dirt underneath. The stumps and severed arms everywhere, the parts of the guns sticking to the blood and minced flesh, the steel helmets blown to pieces, the stupid soldiers lying on the ground, the wounded soldiers dragging the severed limbs and wailing, the soldiers crouching in pools of blood and muttering to themselves and ignoring anyone, all these stunned the people on the mountain. /AUT